A Natural Woman! Yum! Poem by Chuy Amante

I want to smell a real woman
I can only dream of her natural hair
I have no interest in a fake squeeze
What is on your face if left alone?
What will happen if we hike in nature
for 100 days? What will I have then?
When I smell you, I don't want flowers,
for that we roll together in the meadow.
You smallness and largess ignite my soul.
Your uniqueness dances with my dna
Your yin fits my yang.
You soft hands meld in my rough ones.
In a natural state what would being
on, in, around, in front of, behind,
over, above, below, thru and with you
be like? I welcome the real you,
as you are, naturally